“Get ready, Sundance,” Butch said. “The train’s approaching.”
Sundance put down his binoculars and said, “I see it, but it’s just a bunch of freight cars filled with coal. You said the mining company’s payroll would be on that train.”
“They probably have it in a safe in the caboose,” Butch said.
Sundance picked up his binoculars. “I don’t see a caboose on that train.”
“Gotta be,” Butch said. “All trains have cabooses.”
“Maybe in the States,” Sundance said, “But we’re in goddam Bolivia.”
“Okay, mount up,” Butch said. “There’s a small bank in town we can hit this afternoon.”
Written for this weeks Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Jennifer Pendergast